To those who I RP with, I just want to say that I am terribly sorry for all my delays that I constantly do. I just have been SO unbelievably busy as of late that I hardly have any free time to be able to attempt to make posts to our threads. I really needed to get his off my chest badly, and it makes me feel like a complete piece of shit for doing this all the time. If you don't want to RP with me, I completely understand, there should be no reason or excuse for me to have to keep you waiting …

Since both Imai and Takeshi are currently involved in matches I was wondering if anyone is interested in taking on my first wrestler I made for here, Takeichi Mori. His profile says he's a jobber but I intend to change that and hoping a match can help with that. Anyone interested please get in touch with me on here in a pm.

Brittany watched as Adrian ran away. "Where do you think you are going, bitch!" Brittany yelled as she limped over to the edge of the ring and slide under the ropes to follow Adrian. "You won't be able to run from me forever. Sooner or later i am going to make you bleed and beg for mercy." Brittany said as she limped after Adrian while keeping a tight grip on her weapon.

I don't need to run forever, Adrian thought to herself as Brittany called out after her,just long enough to do this! And then the cosplayer unleashed her latest trap, moving to just the place where Brittany was trying to slide out, the brunette lifted the apronto trap the blonde like a net. Keeping her stuck on the inside as she hooked it over the bottom rope. "Aha!" She declared, pulling out part two of her super awesome scheme. One of the large paddle-sized clubs, swinging it to smack the trapped Viper with the flat part, not wanting to get tied up like Brittany was.

As Brittany slipped out of the ring she was easily trapped in Adrian's trap. "Hey let me the fuck out of this!" Brittany yelled out as she struggled in the apron. Brittany's struggles soon slowed down as Adrian smacked her with the club. Fucking bitch!" Brittany yelled out as she tried to crawl out of the apron before Adrian could do more damage to Brittany. "I am going to fucking kill you."

Adrian's trap earned a few laughs from the audience but the silly surprise had served it's purpose well enough, Brittany was now thinking twice about going straight after Adrian every time she was standing and gave the cosplayer a bit more breathing room to set up, and having lifted up the apron see got first dibs on the various things underneath. All the tools of the trade, spare chairs: the odd table for if they needed something signed in the ring, ladders to assist with checking the various fixtures, actual wrestling weapons. Not this bladed club nonsense, yeah it might not have been very Aztec-y to start swinging a chair but she was feeling much better about the metal chair legs rubbing against her bleeding palms than the old clubs, it felt familiar. Familiar was good, she could work with familiar.

Pulling her impromptu net back into place she slid the chair into the ring in full view of the Viper, daring her to pick it up as she pulled herself up to the apron painfully and moved to the corner post, starting to ascend to the top rope. That was always the way with Adrian in hardcore matches, she wasn't content to swing until someone stopped moving, she always had to get creative.

Brittany was still recovering from the smack when Adrian freed her and tossed the chair into the ring. Brittany suddenly saw her chance for revenge as she reached for the chair. "Alright bitch, time for you to scream in pain." Brittany said as she got to her feet holding the chair while looking around for Adrian. "Where are you so i can crack your fucking skull." Brittany said before turning towards Adrian. Brittany saw Adrian on the top turnbuckle an all she could do was say "Shit!"

Couldn't resist it, could youAdrian chuckled to herself as she watched the viper dive after the chair while she took to the top turnbuckle, watching the gears turn in the blonde's mind as the cosplayer gave off one final smirk and sprang into action. Shifting her body like a long jumpers, she headed towards Brittany feet first, having learned what happened when you dive head-first at someone with a chair from her last woman standing match with Natasha years ago.

"Predictable!" the brunette yelled out as she tried to nail the Hardcore champion with a big missile dropkick off the top. Chest, head, whatever: this wasn't going to be the most accurate of attacks, but getting both boots with enough momentum behind them was going to sting whether it hit Brittany in the boobs or the brain.

Brittany barely had time to register what was about to happen when Adrian's feet slammed right into her head. Brittany crumpled to the mat and rolled to the nearest corner as the impact had nearly knocked her unconscious. Brittany could only groan in pain as her body tried to push itself up on all fours. However, Brittany didn't make it far as thanks to the blow to her head she immediately fell right back down to the mat.

Adrian hit the mat with a grunt of pain, that was what sucked about top-rope dropkicks. All the safety of not going head first, none of the cushioned landing that went with it. Just a straight drop down to the mat, back first. "Ngghhh..." She grunted, picking herself up as her palms smeared blood into the canvas, the cosplayer lurching over to the fallen Viper as she tried just pushing her over and lying on top. Only bothering to reach around to hook the outside leg as soon as the referee slid into position to start the count.

Brittany couldn't stop Adrian from rolling her over and lifting her leg for the pin. "Fucking bitch." Brittany groaned out as she tried to reach up and pull on Adrian's hair as a last act of defiance. Brittany had nothing left in her to stop Adrian as the dropkick plus the paddle smack plus the ankle lock from earlier had taken its toll on Brittany. "Fuck you." was all Brittany would say as she heard the ref start the count. "1..."

"Nggh..!" Adrian grunted as she felt a pull on her stiff, blood-stained hair. Not enough to make her think twice about keeping the pin, but it was annoying and painful enough for the cosplayer to grimace as she left red hand prints on Brittany's thighs. "...fuck you too." the brunette shot back, hoping that was going to be it for this match. She needed painkillers and vodka. Or... or was probably better, not a good idea to mix those.